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Dec 2013
Refreshed, though not possessed of the ability to cut away the debris and set myself free,I go out into what the day may be.
Work,rehearse and rehearse the work,a perk of life they say.
I go again into the day,
unleashed
re-released
ceasing to care.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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